Monday, 17 December 2012


This is my squiggle
Can you tell what it is?
A dinosaur on a boat
Or a goose on a nest?

It started as nothing
Then with my pen
I brought it to life
To make it live with no end

Next time you squiggle
Take care what you do
You might create something
That'll want to chase you


This poem was inspired by a squiggle that Rachel developed from a squiggle one of my Goddaughters (E - aged 2) did last week.  We play the game of squiggles all the time; one of you does a squiggle and the other person has to develop it into a picture. Give it a go, it's a lot of fun and is great when you're waiting at a Restaurant or something.


Susan said...

That totally reminds me of a TV show when I was a child: the Freddy Freihofer Story Hour. When the horror is only on paper, it's possible to crumple it up and throw it out.

Kay L. Davies said...

What a fun game! I love the idea, Emma.

Kimolisa said...

This a very sweet poem, I really like it.

Grace said...

Fun and sweet ~ Thanks for sharing ~

jasmine calyx said...

Ah, this is totally awesome! I love it, especially the ending. :) Quite a wise warning. Your artwork can always take hold of your soul, steal your pencil, and manipulate you.

I absolutely love the word "squiggle," so I thought it was a great title and was glad to see you use it in the poem as well. Fun to read, and held my attention.

Mary said...

I love the idea of that game. I will try it with my granddaughter.

Ella said...

How very cute, this is :D

my heart's love songs said...

this is delightful, Emma! i wish my grandchildren were still little enough to play!